Sakura knows what she is doing from the moment that she decides that she will take on Kurogane's price. She knows that it will require prices that she hasn't yet had to pay- prices which have been paid for her by Fai, by Kurogane, by Syaoran, gone from her now.
She knows what she is doing as she listens to what they have to say about this world, what has happened, as she strips behind a curtain, putting on clothes that she has been given, stranger than any others she has worn, close to her skin, practical for the first time in so long.
She knows what she is doing as Fuuma instructs her on how to use it, shows her how it works, how to load it, how to clean it.
She knows what she is doing as she takes that gun in her hands, slips it into the holster strapped to her leg and waist, not stopping to think of the heaviness of it, the warmth of the metal where it has been held or what it is for.
She knows what she is doing as she turns away from people she feels like she knows far less about than she thought and rides away, as she manages to dodge the giant worms she'd heard Kurogane and the boy who isn't quite her Syaoran talk about, the pillars of stone that are knocked at her by a beast which she has heard nothing about, bigger than the worms, hungry and wanting to eat her whole.
She feels like she doesn't know, briefly, as she fires at it, weapon dumb, mute in her hands for a few terrifying seconds, as the creature's maw cracks the concrete beams it had knocked over to pin her down effortlessly.
And then she fires and the beast keens, a horrid noise, a dying noise.
Her leg is trapped and she knows that she is breathing fast but that she is the only one breathing.
She manages to lever the strange hovering bike off of her leg, not thinking about it.
She moves thoughtlessly, standing, limping towards the crumpled form, smaller now somehow though she can see that it could fit her in its mouth four times over at least, teeth sharp, stained and wanting still, even in death.
And Sakura knows what she is doing as she turns away, doesn't let go of that gun, a weight both sickly and comforting in her hands if she thinks about it too much, and rips the compass from the bike.
She knows now what she has done and she knows that she will have to do it again and again until she finds the one she is searching for.
Sakura holds the gun close to her, drags her ankle and follows the compass one step closer to her Syaoran.